Chapter 23

The rowdy sound of voices, interspersed with the noise of trains coming and going, made JaeHwa apprehensive.

He had been up for about an hour, he refused to sit down, as he thought he would miss the train that would take him to Masan.

Her hands held with some strength and nervousness the handle of the black leather suitcase that had few clothes inside, her body swayed at a glance, and her feet, shod in the most beautiful and expensive pair of louboutin, tapped on the floor, without an organized rhythm.

JaeHwa wore an overcoat, over dress pants and a high-necked shirt. He exuded seriousness, which was not always part of his routine. But it felt good when he dressed like that, and it was funny, because when he picked up Hayoon at his building, the boy was wearing a denim overalls and a long-sleeved white blouse. It was simple, cute and beautiful, so beautiful that the moment JaeHwa looked at him, he was sure that he would never see anything with such simple and radia